Time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t’untie.
—Viola, Twelfth Night, Act II Sc. ii, William Shakespeare
Here, love, is my music,
here, my song,
play on, play on,
be sick of me.
And here the ropes
I’ve used to tie
our lives together.
Here the knots
and here the knife
to cut them.
Any anchor
I tether to you,
snap the lines.
Any claim
I make on your body,
your name, erase it.
And let’s meet
again, impossibly free,
as innocent as strangers.